Bohemian C

I'm leaving, to a place much better than this f*cking hole
Got plans and goals that I just can't let go
But they can't come true when I'm all tied up in rope
Not being literal, I'm metaphoric yo
Hate's got me talking crazy I'm just not my own
Wish I could just let go, of the things that bound me to this world
Like the church of hot addiction, or being lost in contradiction
When the moon goes down, I'm already gone...
This too shall pass, all hope isn't lost
Maybe we'll still make the best of it, we'll go into trance
We'll give a f*ck about everything
But when the time comes to make up your mind
Will you fight with your hands
Or will you lay down and die?
It's thoughts like these that's gonna f*ck us up
Share the knowledge of the truth and get your stance up
Let them ge the pain out, take a little rage out
Turn them on the people that be greased out with money
Lies, deception and corruption
All the things we care about, think we love
Can't live without, are nothing...
But means of crowd control
- The extended gutters packed full of scum that you call society are making me sick
Whores, thieves, killers, taking up oxygen and corrupting spirits
Politicians are masked magicians
Making all signs of will and independence disappear
Controlling the masses through acts of so-called terrorism
Like 9/11 and the recent exploding wars overseas
Controlling minds through fear, debt, and religion
There's a new world order forming, and taking over
It won't be long before we find ourselves slaves
Of the corporations and the world government
It's on us to take a stand, introduce a little anarchy...
I'll blow my brains out before I let my knees touch the f*cking ground...